Hicky: Woot Woot! Gods, everyone's saying that now... anyway, this is the real chapter 42...
Trent: Hicky... didn't you start this at about midnight?
Hicky: More like 11:30 - looks at watch 6:45 am... yeah, and I'm not sleepy....
1) Acient- Ancient Elf's name. Pronounced ass-y-ent... I know the spelling in the pronunciation is stupid, but I really like the sound of it better than just Ancient.
2) Out of the Purple- It's a play on 'Out of the Blue' I'm sure you knew. But the sky in the Shadow Realm is purple, not blue, so TADA.
Hicky: I did those at the beginning so that everyone would say Acient's name right when they got to it.
Candy, Cures and Contempt
For Celtic's little sake, Chaos stopped his tears and calmed the tiny elf. He looked over to Luster who looked confused, and really, nothing else. Chaos shook his head slowly. He wasn't going to into the details of his even sadder past with the other ritual monster. It was something only he could understand... something he'd have to deal with on his own. That terrible feeling of being unwanted, unloved... that terrible feeling that everyone has to go through once, at least, and thinks that they are the only one.
Luster was getting uncomfortable. He had just been getting used to the prick-like Chaos, and although he truly hated him, he was still use to that. This, however, was very different, and needed many different skills to deal with. Sure Luster was the kind of guy that you could cry on his shoulder and he'd pat your back, but, with Chaos everything was different. The change, not the actual situation, was what Luster was having problems with.
Celtic's mood changed suddenly again. He smiled happily at a thought that ran through his mind. "Cows?" he asked as he looked up. "Can we go tumwhere?"
"Where do you want to go?" Chaos asked, feeling a bit better, just cause he felt needed.
"I been good, wight?" Celtic asked trying to look even cuter than he already did.
"Yes, you're being good," Chaos replied. He watched as Luster got up and left, then looked back to the elf.
"Do good boys get to have tweats and see dare fends?" Celtic asked, trying to flutter his eyelashes and failing miserably.
Chaos chuckled as Celtic open and closed his big, bright eyes. "Who and where?"
"CeeGee!" Celtic screeched, running both names together. "Up, up, up!" He said as he bounced.
"You aren't making any sense... try slower, and without the bouncing."
"Cee...." Celtic said very slowly. "Geeeeeee.... Up dare," he pointed. "Up dare on foor telve."
"Those floors don't belong to Yugi and Yami's duelling deck, nor to their other monsters."
Celtic shook his head before continuing to explain. "Day are Cawd Top Cawds. Day fum Ugi's Gampa's tore."
Chaos didn't strain to hear Celtic's words, as it was actually easier to understand them if you didn't focus on each in turn. "I didn't know you had friends up there."
"Cows. You dun know me at all. We not fends- we waurn't fends. Can we go?"
"Not like that you silly thing. Look what we're wearing."
"Wobes," Celtic said as he looked down at himself. "Not wear wobes out?"
"No.... Do you want to wear your old clothes, or something new?"
"I want tumting... tumting wed... and siny... and poofy," Celtic thought out loud as he made little hand gestures.
Chaos's eyes widened slightly at what Celtic was describing... 'He wants to be this realms littlest pimp,' he thought. A whole little outfit started to form in his mind which included a little cane and a hat with a feather in it. The blue skinned mage smirked as he decided Celtic was now his little dolly.
Celtic sat there, looking at Chaos as the mage pointed at him. Suddenly he was clothed in an interesting assortment of red and black. Celtic blinked as his eyes were covered but the floppy hat falling over his face. He reached up and fixed it, then looked up at Chaos, who was about to burst into laughter at any moment. The little elf squirmed over to the side of the bed and turned onto his stomach before sliding off the edge and dropping to the ground. He half toddled, half trotted over to one of the full length mirrors. Celtic gawked for a moment before striking a pose and giggling happily.
"You like?" Chaos ask between fits of laughter.
"You too!" Celtic squeaked.
"Me? A pimp? I think I make a better bitch."
Celtic tilted his head to the side as if in thought. He tilted his head to the other side before answering. "You wight. You make a good bich."
That was enough to send Chaos into another round of laughing. Chaos didn't worry about saying things that where inappropriate for a youngster to hear, because, Celtic was not a youngster, he only looked like one.
"So, you be da bich den." Celtic started to walk back over where Chaos sat laughing.
"Wear something all slut-y and sexy should I?"
"And showy," Celtic added. "And lallow."
"Yellow? Why yellow?"
"Two weasons. One, lallow dwaws attenson; two, it looks good wit bue, and you are bery bue."
"Well, you are my pimp... I guess I should listen." Chaos thought for a moment before pointing at himself. He scooted off the bed and over to the mirror Celtic had just been using. He cocked an eyebrow at the outfit. 'This, I would never wear in public.' His shirt, if you could call it that, was more think an eight inch wide, fishnet tube top. His pants were yellow, matching his top, and were made of that 'child's raincoat' plastic, with a very large flare at the bottom.
"Make yor hair cuwly... oh oh! And lallow colow gasses."
"You have a scary little mind Celtic. Have you been a pimp before?" Chaos was a little taken back when Celtic actually nodded. He pointed to his hair and then to his face. A sexy wave to long flowing hair, and thin, oval, yellow-tinted glasses resting on his nose and Celtic gave an approved nod. Chaos thought he was done, but Celtic still had more ideas.
"You need soos. Ummm, ones wit weal big bottoms-"
"Platforms? How big?"
Celtic stretched his hands apart about four inches.
Chaos sighed and pointed to his feet. There, he was done.
"Alwight! Time to go," Celtic said as he walked over to the door. "Open pease Cows."
Chaos opened the door and walked outside. The two monsters set off down the hall and to the elevator.
Celtic stopped in front of the doors and looked up at Chaos. "Hit da button bich." He started giggling like mad.
"Gods Celtic. If we weren't monsters, and you were actually little, we'd be getting some odd looks on account of your language.... actually, I think we may get some odd looks anyway." Chaos followed Celtic into the elevator. "You said floor twelve right?" He hit the button after Celtic nodded.
The two stepped out of the elevator and started down the hall. Several monster passed them looking very confused, or shocked, or slightly scared. One, however, sauntered right up to the pair and looked Chaos up and down. "Hi there," he said cooly.
Celtic cleared his throat and stepped between the two tall monsters. "If you wanna tawk to my bich, you go trough me fiwst."
The monster, that was not Chaos, looked down quite surprised. He crouched down onto one knee and looked Celtic in the eye. "Really? You're his-"
"Pimp," Celtic stated. He nodded once and leaned on his cane, only to fall over. "What you want wit my bich?"
"I'd like to know his name maybe."
"His name is Co-"
"Chaos... my name is Chaos Mage."
"Or!" Celtic started rather angrily, since he had been cut off. "Magison of Back Cows!"
"What did you say?" The monster asked Celtic.
"He said, 'Magician of Black Chaos' which is also what I am called."
"I see."
"I wike yor ears," Celtic said as he went to touch one. The monster asking about Chaos had pointed ears, that were obviously elvish, but they were different from his. This elf's ears were a little shorter and the bottom started toward the point closer to his face. Bangs of black, with two thick strands hanging down in front of his pointed ears, framed his face. His eyes were the same amazing blue of Chaos's skin. {Hicky: Nelara... calm down will you, stop bouncing.}
"Thank you. I like your ears too."
Chaos crouched down to whisper into Celtic's ear.
Celtic smiled widely. "Cuse me mister. If you would wike fuder infomation wegawding my boy here, I weally must get yor name."
The blue-eyed monster stood up and looked back at Chaos, who had also gotten up. "Acient1," he said as he smiled slightly.
"Cows, can we go now? I wanna see Cee and Gee." Celtic grumpily collapsed to the ground.
"You know," Acient began, "I didn't think there were monsters as young as him."
"A magic mishap," Chaos stated.
"Yours?"
"Of coarse not. I do not make mista- I didn't do this. I'm just taking care of him."
"So, you like taking care of him?"
Celtic decided to re-enter the conversation. "Cows is bery good to me. He gimme a nana when I hungy. He gimme baff when I dirty. He gimme nap when I seepy. Wap awm awound me to make me feel safe. He good."
Chaos looked down at Celtic, only to go wide eyed a moment later.
"And he good in da sack."
Acient looked quickly from Celtic to Chaos.
"He wasn't like that when it happened!" Chaos said quickly, trying to defend himself. He crouched down to Celtic's level before whispering to him fiercely. "Celtic! You do not say that! First of all, you don't say your rapist is good in bed, and secondly you're three right now, and three year olds don't talk about sex!"
Celtic and Acient blinked. "Rapist?" Acient questioned.
When Chaos looked up, confused, Celtic tugged on his ear. "Elves have good heawing," he said.
Chaos blushed in shame. "Yes," he admitted. "I'm not proud of it, and in truth it wasn't really me. I know it doesn't make sense but I have plenty who can testify to my change." Chaos hurriedly tried to fix everything. "A was a bad person. I did terrible things and I didn't feel terrible about any of them. Well, part of me did, but that part didn't really have much power... And I-I... I'm different now..."
Celtic could tell that Chaos didn't want to be thought of as his past self anymore, and he also saw that Acient was looking rather curiously at Chaos. "You see, it must be twue. Why would I, 'is vitum, wike him now if he was't any diffewent? He good now, no wowwy about old tings. All gone, in da pass. Time to move on now. Bight futa ahead."
Both the older monsters looked down at Celtic. Chaos in pure shock over the fact that Celtic was helping him out, and Acient because he was listening intently to what the little elf was saying.
One corner of Acient's mouth curved into a small smirk as he tossed some of his 'slightly longer than shoulder-length' hair behind him. "Well then... you are rather complex aren't you? Not just a pretty face after all..." Acient took a few steps passed Chaos and Celtic. "See you around then... Cows." His smirk grew before he turned fully and strode down the hall.
"Cows."
"Uhuh?"
"He saking his hips for you. He wikes you Cows."
"He thinks I'm good looking... Nothing more."
"You no knot dat Cows. Why you tink dat? Could be more... I tought Dauk was weally hot, but it more den dat now. You can have dat too Cows. Wuv wight? You want wuv, don't you?"
"You're a smart little elf, you know that. Now, where's Cee and Gee's room?" Chaos started down the hall again, looking back and forth. He noticed the insignia on each door and finally found one which he thought may belong to Celtic's friends. "This it?" He asked pointing.
"Yep, dat's it." Celtic walked up and knocked on the door.
The door opened almost immediately, as per usual. "Yo-oly crap!" Gee exclaimed as his eyes saw that not only was the monster at the door not Celtic, but also wearing, well, the aforementioned outfit. Not trying to be rude, but also not being able to pass up the opportunity, Gee leaned back and called over to Cee. "Heh man! I thought you said you weren't gay, and here you go ordering a male hooker!"
Cee looked at his room-mate in utter confusion as he walked over to the door. He looked out at a rather angry looking mage. "Excuse this dolt," Cee said, smacking Gee behind his head. "He doesn't mean to be rude, he's just too much of an idiot to shut his mouth sometimes."
"Heh!" Gee yelped and then retaliated but poking Cee in the ribs rather hard.
"Ow! Stop it!" Cee said annoyed.
Celtic giggled, which drew the attention of the taller elves to his presence.
"Holy crap! That's-"
"Celtic!" Cee and Gee did their trademark 'finish the other's sentence' routine.
"You're the first to do that... most ask what he is, not even who...." Chaos said. "He wanted to come see you guys."
Cee was the first to snap out of the dumbfounded stare that Gee was still in. "Oh, then, come in you two... what happened exactly?"
Gee followed behind Celtic, still staring. "I could just squish him!" He said finally.
Chaos and Cee looked at him oddly.
"He's so cute I could just squish him!" Gee said as he scooped up Celtic and hugged him tightly, although, not too tightly.
"Queer," Cee said, in Gee's direction.
Gee lowered Celtic enough to argue over his head. "Queen," he sent towards Cee.
"Homo," Cee said.
"Fag."
Chaos blinked as the two adult elves exchanged gay terms as insults, which, he wasn't very pleased with. "That's rude," he stated shortly.
Both the elves stopped and looked towards Chaos.
"You shouldn't use those words to insult each other, fore that is obviously what you're doing. Those of us who are gay don't want to hear things like that. Yeah, I'm a fag, and I can say it fine. It isn't an insult, it's just one of the words to describe who I am. But you two, you're using it as slander and it's utterly disgusting."
Gee looked down and saw Celtic nodding in agreement with Chaos's statement. Gee felt bad. He and Cee had been arguing like this for a while now, and Celtic had been around for some of it. Had it bothered him, and he was just to nice to mention it?
Cee fell into the same sort of feelings as Gee and their minds intertwined as they sometimes did. 'He's right,' Cee thought to Gee.
'I know... I didn't think it could hurt other people, but I guess it does,' Gee thought back.
'I still think you're a queer.'
'And I still think you're a homo.'
"I'm not gay!" The twin-like elves yelled at each other.
Celtic squirmed and, when he was put down, he walked over to a confused Chaos. "Day can thought-tawk. Mind to mind," Celtic said.
Chaos looked rather intrigued. He bent down to whisper into Celtic ear. "And what's with the 'I'm not gay' thing?"
"I dun know," Celtic whispered back. "I tink day are. So do wots of udders, but day don't, so you just gotta put up wit dare antics."
"So..." Cee said as he eyed Gee. "What did happen to Celtic?"
"A little blue mage accidentally turned him into a three year old."
"A little blue mage?" Gee asked as he found a comfy chair to sit in.
"Sounds like Magi... with blue eyes and greyish-purple hair.... and he looks about thirteen?"
"Yeah, that's him... how do you know him?"
"Don't," Gee said. "You see, being Card Shop Cards, we don't actually do anything. We don't have to duel and we don't have to worry about a duel. So, we happen to have a lot of time to learn what the gossip of the Shadow Realm is."
"Like?" Chaos questioned.
"Ummm," Gee thought for a moment. "There's one about a ritual mage who's apparently really hot and really good in bed."
Chaos slammed his hand into his forehead and Celtic laughed. "Dat's him!" Celtic squealed, pointing at Chaos.
"And then there is the one about Magi and his whole age thing... no one believes him... well, personally, I believe him, but other than that I don't think anyone does," Cee added the second gossip tid-bit.
"I dunt," Celtic stated.
"Oh oh! What about that one about the monster and the mortal?" Gee said rather enthusiastically.
"I don't believe that one at all! How could a fiend fall in love with a mortal? I mean, really..." Cee crossed one leg over the other. "Come over here Celtic."
Celtic came over to Cee, who picked him up and deposited him in his lap. "Celtic, remember when we all went to the lake?"
Chaos lounged on a couch, listening, while Gee's ears pricked up to hear. Celtic nodded.
"And remember how you said you were our pimp to Blue Berry and Margarine?"
Celtic nodded again and Gee smiled wide. "Oh my gods!" Gee burst out. "Celtic the Pimp-Master-Elf!"
Chaos literally fell off of the couch and onto the floor. He quickly propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Gee, then Cee. "Pimp... Master... Elf?"
"Yeah! That's what we called him! That whole day he was the Pimp-Master-Elf! It was great!" Gee said happily, remembering the day.
"And now he's dressed the part," Cee said looking at Celtic little outfit. "Did you dress him up?" He looked over at Chaos.
"He wanted a shiny, red, poofy shirt... I just did the rest. And he came up with almost all of my outfit."
"So you don't always dress like that?" Gee asked, somewhere in between a smart-ass comment and actually curiosity.
"No, I don't usually wear very bright colors, or shiny plastic. And I don't ever wear glasses, well, today, and today only." Chaos got off of the ground and stretched out on the couch again. He reached his arms behind his head and crossed one leg over the other.
'You're staring at him Gee.'
'No I'm not!' Gee blinked and looked back at Cee and Celtic.
"Can I have candy?" Celtic asked.
"Candy? Won't that-"
"- make you hyper?"
"Maybe," Celtic said as he climbed out of Cee's lap.
"Awwww, lets give him some Cee," Gee said in an odd sort of tone, which would most easily be defined as the 'coochie coochie coo' tone of voice.
Cee sighed and nodded slowly. "But no pixie stix... I worry about what a chibi chibi would be like."
"Probably like me on the stix."
"Which is why I worry my friend, which is why I worry."
"Heh!"
Chaos chuckled from where he lay. He didn't really care about being there. Celtic wanted to come up here, and he wasn't going to leave him alone. He was content to just lie and wait until the little elf was ready to go.
Celtic was given a bit of candy, which he obviously did not deem enough, but he wasn't given anymore. His cheeks adorned a pinkish hue as he happily munched on the sugary treats his elven friends provided. But it didn't take long for the sugar to kick in and soon Celtic was scurrying around the room like a fast penguin. It seemed almost impossible for him to keep upright but he managed somehow.
Cee was walking by the couch as the littlest warrior in the room ran around wildly, right by him, causing a loss of balance. The most mature elf tumbled backwards. He spun, attempting to stop himself, only to remember who was on the couch. Cee yelped, causing Chaos to open his previously shut eyes, as he fell mostly on top of him. His arms were outstretched, on either side of the mage, which stopped him from completely crushing the blue-skinned monster.
Chaos blinked at Cee, who was staring back at him, apology written all over his face, yet he did not move.
'Heh Cee... I may, may, have been staring at him... but at least I didn't pounce on him!'
'I didn't pounce, I fell.'
'You wanted to... you're making excuses.'
"I'm not gay you idiot," Cee said, his face turned towards Gee.
"Then... could you get off me?" Chaos asked sounding very calm. "Because, the only time I have straight guys on top of me, is if I'm about to convert them..." Chaos was of coarse kidding, since even he knew you can't convert people from straight to gay, or gay to straight.
Cee, however, did not know that Chaos wasn't serious and therefore quickly slid off the mage and took several steps back.
"He kidding!" Celtic screamed before continuing with his stiff-legged, swaying form of running.
Cee eyed the little elf cautiously, for fear he may hurt himself in his little 'run around the room like a maniac' game.
Chaos laughed from where he lay. "Doesn't matter though," Chaos said when he had finished laughing. "Seeing as you two are a couple of closet cases."
And although both Cee and Gee seemed to know a bunch of gay terms, this was one they didn't know. And neither bothered asking. And their answer to Chaos's, had they asked, would have been a twin shout of 'I'm not gay!' although we all know they are.
After a while longer Celtic finally ran out of steam and simply fell to the plush carpeting and sighed happily. "We go now Cows...." he said, sounding quite tired.
"Alright," Chaos said getting up. He walked over to Celtic and picked him up, cradling the mini-pimp in his arms. "Well guys, Celtic had a great time, and I'm sure he'd say so if he hadn't tired himself out so much. So, on behalf of the little elf, I bid you farewell." Chaos then departed and made his way to the elevator. He kind of hoped to see the black-haired elf again, but he wasn't in the hall. Eventually Chaos got back to his room and put Celtic down on his bed to nap. He pointed to him, replacing the 'Pimp-Master' clothes with cute pyjamas with a Dark Magician print on them.
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Dark had awoke from his desperately needed sleep. He had put a lot of effort and energy into helping Yami with Chaos, and he'd be damned if there was no change. He looked to the other side of his bed, but his sweet elf was not there. He looked around the room but still he saw nothing of the warrior. Dark frowned slightly. He thought that Celtic would have surely come back from that walk Mighty Mage had said he had gone on. "Celtic?" he called, hoping to hear a reply from the bathroom or somewhere he couldn't quite see. But there was no 'yes Dark?' from anywhere.
Dark got up and snapped into something a little more appropriate for a little search for his lover. Dark picked up his staff and headed out and down the hall. He descended the three flights of stairs to the first floor and made his way to Celtic's room. Maybe Celtic had come back, and seen him asleep, and not wanting to disturb him, gone to his room. Dark frowned again. He thought Celtic would know he would feel much better having him near. He opened the door to Celtic's room and looked around. No sign of him. "Celtic?" he asked again. "Celtic, are you here?" When again there was no answer Dark hurried out of the mansion and dashed toward the stables. He didn't know exactly why he went there first, but that's where he headed.
Twilight stood munching hay, and not alone either. He lifted his head as Dark strode up, looking none too pleased.
"Have you seen Celtic?"
"No, I'm not aloud to see your elf, remember?" Twilight said a little coldly. Dark wasn't his favorite person.
Twilight's companion nuzzled at his shoulder, wanting to be introduced.
Twilight looked over at him before looking back at Dark. "Dark Magician, this is Dark Zebra; Dark Zebra, Dark Magician."
"A monster from Seto Kaiba's deck, eh Twilight?"
Twilight snorted hot air at the mage, which meant, 'go away now'.
Dark took the hint, and turned to leave, catching a glimpse of a pendant, resembling Twilight's around the Zebra's neck. 'So SMS is making human-form pendants too I see.' Dark decided the next place to look for his elf would be up in Cee and Gee's room. Maybe he had gone to see his best buds.
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Chaos sat at a desk, scribbling a few poetic words on a piece of paper when he heard a knock on the door. He set everything down and went to open the door.
Big blue eyes grew even wider and blinked a few times.
Chaos's didn't understand until he remembered he hadn't changed from his outing with Celtic. "Long story kid, come in."
"I'm not a kid!" Magi said as he marched into Chaos's room and plunked down in a chair.
"Right Magi... now how is the solution coming along?"
"First off tell me why you're wearing that, and then tell me how you know my name, I didn't tell you."
"I'm wearing this because Celtic wanted to wear something that I thought was pimpish, so I dressed him up like a little pimp. Then we agreed I'm make a good bitch, so I dressed up like one. And I know your name is Magi because on our little trip we found out about a rumour about you." Chaos sat down and crossed one leg over the other.
"About me?" Magi asked a little flattered, a little worried.
"About your age, and how no one believes you."
"Dammit," Magi said quickly. "They don't. No one does. I'm sixteen! I am, and no one believes me!"
Chaos stammered, "si-sixteen?"
"Yes dammit!" Magi said angrily.
"Calm down, you'll wake Celtic up." Chaos looked over in Celtic's direction, just to see if he had waken already. He hadn't. "Now, about fixing this."
"I know what I did... I cast a passion spell," Magi explained.
"It's odd to think that that," Chaos said, pointing to Celtic, "was the result of a passion spell. Usually when you want something enough to cast such a spell, it doesn't turn out as a three year old... unless maybe you were a mother who got really tired of a crying new-born..."
"Chaos, you're rambling. I wanted Celtic to believe I was the age I say I am. He's my cousin's lover, and I want him to like me, and if he doesn't believe me, how can he like me?"
"Cousin's.... lover.... Celtic and Dark.... Dark's your cousin?" Chaos asked after he had strung the line of connections together.
"Yes," Magi said nodding. "I was born in our village the very same year that you left to become a mage. And then three years after that Dark left. And I had to wait so long, it seemed, before I could go too. And I heard so much about you two... everyone spoke about you as if you were very, very special. Everyone told of how strong your magic was, even though you were both so young... oh, now I'm rambling..."
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Dark knocked on Cee and Gee's graffiti-ed door and waited the few milliseconds he needed to before it was opened. "Dark Magician?"
"Is Celtic here?" Dark asked, starting to get annoyed and worried.
"No, he's with Chaos-"
"WHAT?!" Dark turned on his heels and dashed towards said mage's room.
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Celtic stirred and rolled over. He looked over at the two mages talking before sitting up. "Dummy!" He exclaimed happily.
Chaos and Magi looked over to see Celtic sitting there with a big smile on his face as he waved. Chaos got up and went to pick up the giddy little elf.
Suddenly the door opened fast and slammed against the wall with a loud 'crash'. "Where is he Chaos?!" Came Dark's voice, low and deep and angry.
"Dark!" Magi said rather shocked... he didn't want Dark to find out, not now that he could actually fix the problem he had made.
Chaos turned around, Celtic in his arms. Now all eyes where on Dark, and Dark stared at Celtic.
"Celtic... oh gods... Chaos, give me Celtic please."
"Of coarse," Chaos said as he walked over to Dark and placed a very happy elf in his arms.
Celtic stretched up and kissed Dark's cheek. "Hi Dauk!"
"I need to sit down..."
Magi quickly got up and offered his cousin his seat. Dark took it.
"What-"
"My fault," Magi said, finally deciding to fess up.
"He cast a passion spell so Celtic would understand how it felt to be older than he looked," Chaos helped the younger mage explain.
"But Magi's sixteen, and he doesn't look that much younger-"
"Thank you!" Magi said exasperated. "Finally, some says it!"
Dark looked confusedly at his cousin. Since he knew how old Magi was he didn't have the same 'you can't be that old' thought going through his head that everyone else had. "Now, back to Celtic if we could... Why were you looking after him Chaos?" Dark said, a tint of anger still in his voice.
"I was asked to," Chaos said simply.
"Magi... You asked him to look after my precious Celtic?!"
"Heh! I asked who the spell-casters here were. There was you, who I wasn't going to tell right then, and there was some blue-skinned elf, and there was Chaos. And Celtic picked Chaos over the girl..." Magi explained the babysitting arrangements.
"Dauk... Cows was bery good. He gamme food, and baff," Dark raised an eyebrow at the slightly older mage. "He gamme baff when I ask-ed for one, an he taked me to see my fends. He taked care of me bery, bery good."
Dark listened to what Celtic had to say, but didn't really believe him.
"Thank you Dark," Chaos said out of the purple2.
"What?" Dark asked rather confused.
"Thank you for what you and Yami did. You two saved me from what I was and what I wasn't. You made me a complete person and I'm grateful to you for that."
Dark stared, and Celtic giggled. "Big tange!" Celtic squealed.
"Now," Magi came back into the conversation. "Since I know what I did, I can reverse it... so, if you put Celtic on the ground, I can fix the little problem I caused.
Dark put Celtic on the ground and Chaos replaced the new PJ's with the clothes Celtic had worn when Magi first brought him to the door.
Magi took up his stance and concentrated very hard on just how much he wanted Celtic to turn back to his normal self. After a flick, a spin, and a twist of his staff, Magi stood stalk still, awaiting a hopefully pleasant result.... and.... he got one.
Celtic blinked as Dark's arms flung around him from behind. He turned in the mage's embrace and smiled. "Wow... suddenly I feel very, very tall," Celtic said before laughing lightly. He then pulled away from Dark and took a few steps toward Chaos. He took the blue hands in his. "Chaos, thank you. You did so much for me. I don't think I'll ever be able to see you the same way I once did. Not only have you changed drastically from what you once were, but I think, to me, you will always be like a caretaker."
Chaos smiled and nodded. He had forgotten the drastic, true, age difference between them. Maybe if he hadn't already been such an asshole in Egypt he could have helped take care of Celtic there. But, he had been, and he couldn't change that now. "I'm glad you know me as I truly am, and I think that taking care of you really brought it out. Thank you Celtic." The two hugged briefly before Celtic turned back to Dark.
Dark wanted to go and be with Celtic, and hear about what happened. And he also wanted to get Magi out of Chaos's room. Although sweet and gentle words had been exchanged between his lover and his enemy it was hard for him to trust the new Chaos. It would take some time. "Come on Magi, let's go."
"But Dark... I wanted to stay for a while... You can't make me go. I'm not a child," Magi said, trying to make his point quick and simple.
Dark sighed heavily and looked to Chaos. 'You hurt him, I kill you,' Dark thought to the older mage before turning and leaving.
Hicky: Anyone remember that little problem Chaos was having?
Rae: About being unwanted and unloved?
Leebub: Well, does anyone see what Hicky's gonna do next chapter?
Trent: Nelara... I wouldn't get too excited just yet... Hicky has decided to do something a bit different and unexpected....